#poetry moment

[cosmicbirch8]

Fuschia Mists

She floats in fuschia mists beneath the towering birch

A voyager from constellations far

Bringing her dreams to life

She has the aura of a star

She blazes true and bright

A sweet soulful seer

Born of a winter kiss

Devoid of earthly fear

Truth shines, awakened

Within her cerulean eyes

An infinite soul in motion

beneath clear saccharine skies

Her laughter is filled with rainbows

Like a meadow in full bloom

Her wild heart illuminating

The bleakest blackened gloom

Breathing ancient magic

She lingers for loves knowledge

A mirror of all the seasons

A tempest of passion and courage

A warrior, a poet

A fierce protective aspiration

A promise in disguise

A delicate affirmation

Cosmic Birch

[drum-cu-naluci]

îmi amintesc de tine și pe loc mă umplu de draci 🌹

[elekinetic]

steady hands, cracked calloused palms

ridges solid and warm,

careful touch. cradles emotion like lovers do,

and isn’t that is what he is?

safe and dangerous and kind and this could kill me,

i think.

i’m sick about it.

i run to bathrooms and choke in the mirror, and all i am is resentment.

guilt like bile, sour and unforgiving.

he is better than this, i know that.

if i were better (not selfish, not ugly, not this) i’d want him to leave, to never come back.

to turn around and run,

to happiness and goodness and far far away from the monstrous want i am shoving deep down inside.

but it’s simple, stupidly so. i am not good.

i want to chain him down and make him stay here with me, safe in the old times.

wash away bitterness and be us again,

how we were before we knew to care.

i keep reaching for him.

[fagdykefriendship]

does the river hate the rock? no, it could not. the river doesn’t even see the rock. the river needs to go somewhere fast. the rock will either wear away or drown. that’s not the fault of the river.

there’s a strength in the rushing water, the fierce tides. that which bores through mountains and carves out valleys. a strength that builds with every storm and tributary, racing and rushing and pulling everything under.

but there’s a strength in the rock too. the river pushes through and carves a way for itself, but the rock was there first and the rock will be there after, when summer comes and the river dries:

one day in the future i’ll see you on the water. one day our eyes will meet and you will be stronger and i will still be me, ever stagnant. you, the river, coursing through me, the rock, stubborn in the face of the torrents.

[dirafames]

[hopelessvalentines]

@endlessnamelesseternity @jupiter-suggestion @filmnoirsbian @firstfullmoon

[markscherz]

There is a happiness no-one else knows: the feeling of mud between fully webbed toes; the caress of a breeze on your moist shiny skin; the warmth of the sunlight that slowly soaks in; the gentlest hum of a thought far away, as you sit and you soak and let time tick away.

[chappelroans]

missing someone bad for you

trista mateer / trista mateer / sue zhao / u.k / u.k / clementine von radics / trista mateer

[withdenim]

So uh. How about that time skip huh. (Corvus composing and performing the best track in the show was so hot of him btw if you care)

[nikki-rook]

the saddest universe- by sylvie (j.p.)

[bronzetomatoes]

Ponyboy is a dreamer and a bookworm and a fairly sensitive boy but above all else he is a hater

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The most evil celebratory kiss

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[ministarfruit]

day 9: in the shadows ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[beccawise7]

Hide away from the world with me for just a while longer.

Silence the noise...

And find our breath once again...

~beccawise7 💜🖤

[canisalbus]

That is absolutely WILD that you mentioned pomegranates!! goodness gracious I don't know if you have already you need to watch Sergei parajanovs 1969 film The Color of Pomegranates (it's on yt). Not only is it stellar but it is really aesthetically similar to your work and guess what? You could see a little machete vasco, as one of the themes is young love being choked out through separation because the main character Sayat Nova leaves for a secluded monastery!!

I love The Color of Pomegranates! It's been one of my favorite films for years, it's so hypnotic, textured and visually rich, I always come back from it feeling nourished. If my work manages to remind you of it even in some minute way I'm beyond happy.

[youlooklikedead]

Klaus Hargreeves and David J. "Dave" Katz + Grief Is Love With No Place To Go

The Great Believers by Rebecca Makkai | Every Day by David Levithan | The Weight of Our Living: On Hope, Fire Escapes and Visible Desperation by Ocean Vuong | The Haunting of Hill House (2018) dir. Mike Flanagan | What The Living Do by Marie Howe